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Spooktacular Poetry.

BOO!!!

Did I scare you?! 

Probably not. In my house, boo is heard quite a bit lately. Gigi is obsessed with trying to scare us. She actually succeeds more often than I would like to admit. She is a cutie patootie. We just did a photoshoot with her. I cannot wait to share this pics, once we have them! I think you all will love them! 

My friends and I decided to join together and share some spooky poetry with all of you! Here is my contribution! I hope you enjoy it! 


Poem 1:

Black cats.
Orange pumpkins.
Owls going hoo hoo.

Bats and witches in the sky.
Old trees leaving spooky shadows in the sky.
Ornery trick or treaters, playing more tricks than treats.

Boo boo boo.


Poem 2:

As the darkness settles on the world,
she takes her search out into the streets.
Searching and looking,
constantly alert as she wanders around,
trying to find that which must be found.

She looks here and she looks there.
She looks all over.
She looks everywhere. 

She looks in the streets,
and in the alleys too.
She looks in the bars,
and stops at the stores.
She looks and looks, 
never thinking to retreat.

She looks here and she looks there.
She looks all over.
She looks everywhere.

She searches the people that pass her by.
She searches the crowds.
She searches the lonely straglers.
She searches each every person she sees,
none of them ever looking her in the eye.

She looks here and she looks there.
She looks all over.
She looks everywhere.

Finally she hones in on the right one.
She stalks her prey with such zeal.
She knows the power she will soon feel.
She knows before long it will soon be done.

She looked here and she looked there.
She looked all over. 
She looked everywhere.

Now her mission is complete.
She has found what she was looking for.
She will soon drink his blood,
turning him into another one.
Soon he will be kneeling at his maker's feet.


Below are links to more Halloween poems by some of my blog friends:

Stubble, Rubble, Boil and Bubble by Karen of Baking In A Tornado
A (Parenting) Halloween Poem by Lydia of Cluttered Genius
Ode to Candy Tax by Sarah of The Momisodes
Ghost, Goblins and Dessert, OH MY by Dawn of Spatulas on Parade
It Could Happen - A Poem by Robin of Someone Else's Genius
Of Springboks and Ghouls by Tamara of Confessions of a part-time working mom
Nothing to Fear Here by Sarah of People Don't Eat Enough Fudge
Witches and Vampires by Candice of Measurements of Merriment
The Maddening Mask by Jenn of Sparkly Poetic Weirdo
Cursed by The Devil's Kiss by Steena of The Angrivated Mom

Comments

  1. Boo boo boo! :-)
    This reminds me of something, a good night story, something about goodbye house, goodbye mouse. Don't ask me why.
    Happy Halloween!

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  2. Your "boo" didn't do it, but in the end you managed to scare me after all.

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  3. I liked them both but the second one was hypnotizing and sucked me in...and boo. :)

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  4. You and Karen with your LONG poems, putting me to shame! Great job. So little sleep has not affected your writing ability.

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  5. The first one is adorable! The second one... holy sheet. Love the plot twist!

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  6. Oh wow - the 2nd one had me! I love it!

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  7. Wonderfully Boo-rific poems! The first was great to read to the kiddos and the second was chilly and eerie! Awesome work!

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